simon ‘ghost’ riley is the only one who will stick up for price’s beloved secretary, pt.2
(part one, part three, part four)
Over the next few weeks you begin to see Simon more often, not always speaking, but in the corner of your eye.
It’s like he’s become some sort of common presence, and you try to convince yourself that it’s a coincidence.
But little do you know—
Ever since Simon intervened with the incident, he’s been silently watching out for you. Just in case, yknow.
Sometimes it’s just taking a glimpse at you whenever he enters Price’s office.. small things.
Then some are more obvious, obvious to the point of others noticing.
About a week ago, Simon saw you speaking to one of the soldiers, and the glares he was giving that man were deadly.
Of course, Johnny noticed and nudged Simon which brought his attention away from you.
“Yer ‘aving a look at the lass, ye?” The classic smirk plastered on his face.
A gruff scoff left Simon, who shook his head and quickly turned away without saying another word.
And since then, there’s been the continuous teasing. Lucky, you haven’t heard any of it.
Not until now anyway—
It’s your 15 minute break just before midday, and youre in the break room making a small coffee.
Today has been pretty calm so far, Price has been surprisingly less demanding and honestly you needed the rest in your chair.
But as you step through the doorway, holding the hot mug carefully, you collide right into the chest of Johnny.
The coffee spills over, onto your shirt mostly, but a bit into Johnny’s jacket too.
He immediately apologises, and you’re mostly in shock. It’s cold at first, but then it begins to burn very badly.
Suddenly a loud gasp leaves your lips, and he brings you to sit down back in the break room.
At the sound of your gasp, Simon walks into the room, concern and curiosity mixing together.
When he sees you sat carefully on the leather armchair, with Johnny carefully trying to wipe your shirt without making you overly uncomfortable— he freezes.
Your hands are shaking immensely, with a mix of adrenaline and shock.
Simon barks at Johnny to get out, and immediately crouches down in front of you.
He doesn’t use your last name this time,
“y/n.. what ‘appened?” he keeps his voice low, void of panic or stress as to not make you feel anymore scared.
“I- I just made some coffee, it was.. really hot, and I bumped into Johnny.” Is all you can manage to say, but it’s more than enough for Simon to understand the pain you’re likely in.
“An’ does it hurt?”
You hum quickly and nod, eyes beginning to water.
He places a gently hand on your knee to steady you, and he continues to speak calmly.
“.. ‘m gonna go get some towels, okay?” You nod and then he stands back up to his full towering height.
When he comes back, you’re trying to pat down the wet patches of your blouse, but it just makes it more painful against your skin and you wince.
Simon takes your wrist away and replaces it with the towel. But again, it causes you to squeeze your eyes shut.
He takes a second to think of what to do, but then gently taps your cheek to get you to look at him.
“luv, you mind if i unbutton yer shirt?”
You really just want to get it over with, so you shake your head. Simon doesn’t unbutton it all the way, just enough to get to where you were burnt.
And the skin is raw, not horribly bad, but likely 1st degree burns only. Maybe creeping into 2nd degree category.
Simon makes sure his eyes don’t drift to the bra you’re wearing, very obviously in his view now. He presses the wet cloth to your skin and instantly you feel relieved.
At the beginning you felt a bit uncomfortable, but after all it’s only Simon.
From what you know, he’s a rather respectful man.
Especially after what happened before, you feel more safe around him now. Safe enough that you even crack a joke.
“I didn’t think this would be how you see me with my shirt off..” a small smirk appears on your face.
And you hear Simon unexpectedly laugh beneath his mask—
“Neither did I to be ‘onest with ya” he shakes his head, now amused by the situation and what it’s led too.
Now that you’ve mentioned it, it’s even harder to avert his gaze.
One thing he notices though, is you have damn good taste in bras.
All pink and lace.
About 15 minutes later, the pain is gone and the only thing that’s left is a few red marks.
Simon agrees that you’ll be okay, but just make sure not to touch them too often. He helps you with your shirt, making sure to stay respectful again.
His thoughts are running wild, but he keeps his demeanour calm.
You then stand up, and immediately give him a grateful hug. He’s stood still for a second, genuinely surprised.
But then he places a hand on your waist and entertains the hug for a few more seconds.
It’s you that pulls away first though, at the sound of Johnny knocking on the door again. His accented voice asking if everything’s okay.
Simon goes to open it and step out to talk to him, but before he does, he gives you one last look.
And you see him give a small smile from under the mask, you quickly smile back.
But you can’t help but feel things slowly growing for that man, certain feelings..
